Whoever guest thank you and this story doesn't have an exact time when it'll be up dated. I'll try to update it every Saturday, but I do get extreme writers block and have a horrible memory. So I'll try. Sorry to change it, but Gale is 6 and Mary is 5. I really had a hard time finding a place where they would meet Sara, James, and others. So they fall in the very beginning of the war. Plus Mary's taller then Gale and Gale is extremely smart. You'll learn to cope with me and my stories changes.

Gale's POV

"Are you alright? What's going on?" I looked around again. I could feel a hot tear fall down the side of my face.

"Gale?" her voice came out horse. She shot up making me have to move. A smile grows on her face. "I'm fine. Now we just need to find out where we are and how to get home." she turns toward me with a smile.

"Wha... Aren't you scared? We're in the middle of who knows were and... and..." I couldn't help it. I started to cry. Actually more like bawling. Then I felt someone's arms wrap around me and pull me close.

"Shh. It's ok Gale. We'll get out of this. I'll protect you and be brave for both of us." she pushed me away just enough to see my face. "Ok? So please don't cry." she brushed some of my short brown hair out of my face with a huge smile.

I nod as she helps me up. I try to stop crying as I stand up. Why me.

Mary's POV

I keep a good grip on Gale's hand. Brave, have to be brave for both of us. That's what I said, but can I do it? I'm not the bravest person in the world. Plus I'm really scared right now. We are on a dirt road with fields on both sides. The air was really clean and it was even hotter for New York's fall standers. We keep walking till my feet hurt. So far Gale is to quiet and calmer than an hour ago. At least she ok. Brave for the both of us. We stop for a minute or two every hour to rest. I pull my blond hair in a tight ponytail to stay out of my face.

"Mary?" I turn quick enough to see her hand grip the back of my head and pull me down.

No sooner did she do that a horse carriage came into view and rushed past us "What the... is that a actual horse?" I felt a bit of joy. At least we're not alone. "Let's..." but before I could finish Gale said.

"Slave trade."

"What's that?"

"You see the people in the back?"

"Yeah! Are they going on a ride?" I what to ride a horse carriage. It seems like fun.

"Kind of. You know when you buy a chair. That's what it's like for people like me in... the..."

"French people were chairs in the... hay wait for me!" I screeched. Gale was already had a big start.

"No people with darker skin tones like mine. They were treated a property and sold."

Gales voice like she was going to cry again.

"No. No crying please. Let's follow them and see if we can find a town," that was all I could say. Brave for the both of us.